Adrien sighed, relaxing in the cool night air. The Музыка from the entertainment hall drifted out to him from the opened windows. His suit was white, at his father’s insistence. But his white suit was the only nice thing about the evening. He’d gone to the ball his childhood best friend had thrown. Most everyone famous was there and Chloe had hung on his arm all night, forcing him to dance. Finally able to sneak away while she opened her gifts. The night air was refreshing and he knew he had stayed out past acceptable timing when the Музыка started to play again. But he couldn’t drag himself...
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